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188 AC
Harrenhal
Aerion Targaryen
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Looking down at the small little blue and white dragon I tilt my head and it cutely mimics me with a small squeak coming from its slightly open mouth. I slowly raise my hand with the cooked meat in it and its eyes practically glisten with joy. My hand lowers and a pitiful noise comes from it before I toss the meat into the air just enough that it will land next to the small dragon.
"Don't torment my baby's little friend." Mya speaks up from behind me where she has my youngest daughter latched onto her breast.
"I am teaching patience to a 'friend' who will grow to the size of a castle..." I sigh as the dragon gobbles the meat down as if it's starving.
This little piece of the sky has been ravenous since it came from its egg first thing in the morning a few days back. Its birth or rather hatching proving the eggs will indeed hatch for my blood regardless of if being mixed with Danny or another female. Though that news did little to stop the spread of rumors of me being some kind of lustful beast who only craves the pleasure of the flesh. My own network is the only thing stopping those words from spreading like fire, many small Septs have found themselves beggared for what they have preached as of late.
Surprisingly the main big wigs have kept their mouths shut on the topic, it might have to do with my personal visit to Old Town to talk about a few things with them.
"This one is very impatient and I fear it will be a troublemaker if I do not take a more hands-on approach with it. I think I will name it as well, the other two are very well behaved having grown with Moonfyre and Drogon. But this one keeps flying back to see Visenya and even broke a window to get to her..." I am not sure why but it seems this dragon has a closer bond with Visenya than my twins and their dragons.
But my best guess, if I was to make one, is maybe it has to do with Mya and her warging maybe passing to Visenya and making for a stronger bond. This little cute lizard keeps a close eye on my daughter and it seems more like a dog than a cat I would compare other dragons to. Dragons love affection when they want it, but other than those times they will hiss and even fly away to escape 'love'. But this little blue baby is constantly trying to get love from Visenya, so long as Visenya can put her meaty hands on the dragon then she will and the dragon loves it.
"I think it will be fine, it has only hissed and snapped at people it does not know and it only wants to cuddle with Visenya. I think you need to instead worry about how you will feed so many dragons with a few more due to be hatching soon if things go the way we all think they will..." She looks both amused and exasperated and I purse my lips as I wonder if I really should follow the path I jumped on.
I grunt in acknowledgment but don't feel like talking about the subject further, I will deal with all the ravenous mouths when they get here and not a day before. Plus it is bad voodoo to talk about babies and eggs before they are born or hatched.
"Want to go for a walk?" I ask as I stand up and stretch with my hands reaching for the ceiling as I stand up on my toes and my back pops satisfyingly. "Aemon and Rhaella should be awake by now and I know they love to be pushed around in their little 'cart'." Making a stroller was one of the best things I did if I am honest, makes getting the babies around a breeze.
"Sounds lovely, I am certain Danny would like a break from the seemingly never-ending requests for aid that have been plaguing the main hall." As they say, give them an inch and they will take a mile, I am facing the consequences for being so generous with people.
The growing town is booming with a large population and more houses are being built at all times. A nice and organized grid with good drainage and properly planned out 'sectors' with nice shopping squares and 'pleasure districts'. The city is looking nice but the people living in it have gotten a bit lazy for my liking, things need to change. Daenerys has been taking all the people's requests and complaints in the main hall since she apparently enjoys hearing people out.
But even though she has been growing tired of the attitudes of the people as of late, we will have to tighten the belt and get these people back on the saddle of progress. There is plenty of work to be had and lots of workers but more people could step up instead of doing the bare minimum to survive.
I have some ideas to do it in a way that people will even be excited to get up and go out to work, but it will take some elbow grease to get the wheels turning.
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188 AC
Harrenhal
Daenerys Targaryen
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"Aemon don't eat that." I move quickly hearing Aerion speak to our son, fearing my son is trying to shove something in his mouth he shouldn't.
I grab both of his arms and gently pull them away from his face to find there is nothing in his hands. Aemon looks up at me with his cute little face and smiles showing there is nothing in his mouth either. I smile back at my son so he does not think anything is wrong, the sweet boy giggles seeing I am also happy.
I hear the chuckle of my husband and I fight off the scowl threatening to emerge, he tricked me into thinking Aemon was eating something. He just loves to poke at my 'Motherly instincts' and every time I take the bait without fail. Though it is not so bad, I know if Aemon was really eating something he shouldn't Aerion would be the first to fly out of his seat to stop him.
"You are lucky you are holding Visenya, I will remember this for later." I make sure he does not think he got away with it and he just grunts as he runs his hand over little Visenyas head.
"Why do you keep smelling her head?" Mya asks when Aerion ducks his head down and sniffs at his daughter, he did the same to the twins the first few months.
"Newborn smell, it reminds me of puppy breath." I scrunch my nose, the only thing I remember smelling on newborns was when they soiled themselves.
"That is... never mind you are just like that anyway." Mya wisely puts aside Aerion's oddness making his face turn sour at the 'insult'. "When are we heading to DragonsRest? I want to see how much it has changed and you promised to take me to the new 'Dragonstone on Skagos' you are dreaming up." I nod along with her, Aerion has flown up to Skagos three times in recent months to scout for the best spot after problems came up with the last one.
Who would have thought the cannibalistic people of the island would attack workers sent to build on the island?
Though word might not have made its way to the mainland, Aerion sent one of those human-eating houses to their ash-filled grave. They had killed and eaten five of the workers out of the fifty he sent to build some homes for the future workers to live in. Aerion was furious receiving that raven, Moonfyre roared so loud everyone in the castle thought she was attacked.
"DragonsRest has made a lot of progress and is far beyond what I intended for it, I expect it to keep growing even more after the recent deal that was made. Braavos wants a steady supply of Ironwood to build some ships and it will give a surplus of resources to further improve DragonsRest. The 'port city' was never meant to grow as it is, I meant to train men to defend the Gift from Wildlings and to be able to ship off all the food grown in it when needed. Now the Manderlys are throwing a fit we are drawing so much attention, they have not taken a big hit but they are getting anxious." He sighs and adjusts the babe that is falling asleep on his chest.
"DragonsRest is too far north for the common trader to sail passed White Harbor for, they will get over it with time. DragonsRest is supposed to be the beating heart of the Gift and also supply the new 'Dragonstone' and most people know that. No one will be taking spices or rugs up there to sell them unless ordered, surely they can see that." They just want to stir the pot after they got denied a marriage like every other house seeking Rhaella or Visenya's hand in marriage.
Surprisingly not many people have sought Aemon's hand in marriage, but I guess it makes sense if I think about it. A female Targaryen with a dragon who is not in line to inherit anything only gains by marrying into another House. They also gain a dragon rider and dragon blood for their future descendants, but Aemon is different. Aemon is the future Prince of Harrenhal and marrying him does not get dragon blood into their Houses so they are not as desperate for his hand. I am sure it will change when he grows up and is closer to actually inheriting Harrenhal from his Father.
But little do these House's know Aerion has multiple places he is passing on to multiple children. Harrenhal and DragonsRest are just the start, soon another 'Seat' on Skagos and more will follow it. There is also the Shipyard in the Crownlands where the 'Whispers' was located which is likely going to be passed down instead of going to another House.
I also have been thinking about Slavers Bay, it would be a simple matter to take the Bay once more making it the Dragons Bay once again. But there is still plenty of time for that, there are babies to raise and when they are old enough it would even be nice to have them fly along with us.
"They know, they are just being a pain in the ass just to be one." Aerion groans and it causes Visenya to stir on his chest and ball her fists. "Sorry." He kisses her head and starts rubbing her back tenderly. "We can leave in a few days, I already sent a raven so they will be expecting us sometime soon." I nod in agreement eager to see the new location he wants to build at, it's apparently very beautiful.
He has avoided describing it other than saying it will be one of the most beautiful castles House Targaryen has and maybe even in all of Westeros. I have seen the sketches he has made and how it looks to be built on a mountain so I know roughly what it 'will' look like. But seeing it sketched and seeing the bare mountain will put it in the right pieces into my mind so I can imagine it myself. Until I see what the mountain looks like myself I won't be able to truly get a feel for it like he has.
